Bound By Blood.

ch.77~I caught Myself.

"I am fine. 

Stop fucking writing me. 

I have nothing to say to you.

Only that I hope you are happy, and you get everything you ever wanted."

Recovered Translated Correspondents between Order Member Alexandra Brooks, to Death Eater Mattheo Riddle, 2003.

Malfoy Manor, 2003.

Alexandra.

My mind was racing, and not just for the obvious reasons.

I went from desperately pleading with Ron not to force me to kill Mattheo, to nearly taking out Zabini, to grappling with Mattheo, to some how allowing him back into my mind and wrapping it all up with a solid punch to the nose from Theodore Nott.

I couldn't help but reflect on the decisions that brought me to this point.

What the fuck was actually wrong with me?!

From the moment Theodore walked up to me, staring into my eyes, and the words "Hello again, Pretty." I knew this whole situation was about to take a wrong turn. 

As his bloodied knuckles brushed against my cheek, his gaze locked onto mine, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he was just trying to help his friend.

He'd remarked that I was too pristine, and in comparison to Ron, I couldn't argue with that.

I had planned to just patch Ron up before heading home or maybe hex myself to level the playing field.

But the intensity in Theodore's eyes made everything momentarily click into place.

Then he withdrew his hand, regret filling his expression as he whispered, "Forgive me for this next one."

Before I could even comprehend what I needed to forgive, his fist struck my nose.

"FUCK!" was the only cry that escaped me as I gasped, clutching my nose and feeling the warm trickle of blood seep into my palm.

In a flash, I locked eyes with him, anger igniting within me. 

I was going to fucking kill him.

I grasped his shoulders and drove my knee straight into his groin.

"What the fuck, Nott?!" I yelled, his pained yelp only fueling my rage.

I quickly turned my attention to Mattheo, who was now striding towards Theodore, fury radiating off him.

Oh, this was not going to end well. 

I stood frozen, watching as Mattheo approached Theodore, his expression a mix of amusement and irritation. 

To my surprise, he extended a hand to help Theodore up.

"Strong one she is," Theo coughed, wincing as he pushed himself off the ground.

"I was helping," he insisted again, looking between us. "You get it, right, Matt?"

"Of course I do." Mattheo laughed, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. 

There was something feral in his voice that made my heart race.

But then, without warning, Mattheo's laughter turned into fury as he drove his fist straight into Theodore's nose, the sickening crunch echoing in the air.